My cousin Cath calls the days between
Thanksgiving and Christmas
"The Women's Olympics".
She's so right, isn't she?
I've been among the missing these days
because, no matter how very hard I planned it,
how simple and pared down I made it,
and how much advanced preparation I did,
I still ended up frazzed.
It could be due to the fact that I am
not as young as I used to be.
It certainly is substantially due
to my husband's increasing limitations,
and the fracturing of my time and attention because of that.
It could also be that we travelled early
to celebrate the holidays--
we're already "away", enjoying our darling grand-girl
and awaiting the arrival of our grand-boy in a few days.
But I am weary--more weary than I want to be.
In my life, every time I have sat down to write a letter to myself,
it has invariably been about how I have too little time
to do the things I want to do.
...And that was before my husband became disabled.
I've been writing myself another letter these days.
It's related to the Old Testament story of creation.
The part where the Creator rested on the 7th day.
About what a very good example this is,
for the religious and non-religious alike.
At this time in our culture, the notion
of a day of rest is
almost frowned upon.
Stores brag that they are open seven days a week.
(Remember when everything was closed on Sundays--
or did that only happen in New England?)
We can access our work via computer.
We can interact with people
nonstop via various kinds of social media.
We commit ourselves--overcommit ourselves
and forget about the notions of
In my letter to myself, I am thinking of establishing
a new policy--inspired by the holidays,
but for all time, all year,
forever and forever, amen.
I am thinking about how to take one day of the week
and use it as my sabbatical.
A day to do nothing but be still.
Look at the world, not consider what needs to be done,
not to 'book' in any way,
a day just to follow my nose into whatever
inspires me that day, as it happens.
A day for simple renewal.
Hanging out today with my granddaughter
reinforced that notion.
She is a busy, sunny little toddler.
She responds to what she sees, hears and feels--
but wakes with no agenda
and has no list of things to accomplish
--she just is.
When she is hungry, she eats.
When she is tired, she naps.
When she is awake, she is thoroughly enthralled with "now."
I'm wondering if you, too, feel "holiday tired" these days?
How do you keep some time to yourself?
Does it work?
Do you keep some kind of sabbatical every week?